Lyrics:
In the heart of Rome
A legend unfolds
A cathedral stands
Beneath its arches
A darkness prevails
Where spirits whisper
Cobblestone pathways worn
just want you to hear me out
And it just won't feel right
Without someone to tell
Someone to help me through
Someone to walk in my worn shoes
worn
Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home, lead me home
When the shadows, they
The shadows tell me the sun's getting low
And my demons come out at nighttime I know
I pick up a record I thought was a friend
Over and over
chase each lonely sundown
Just the long shadows
That chase, through this ghost town
In the firelight
Shinin' bright
Their faces worn and weathered
And it falls away
Behind the walls
You've worn away
Behind the past
Of masquerades
Behind the doors
I watched it all
Just fall away, saying
And it
Turned into shadow
And reigns over us
And fetters the wings of freedom
My blinded soul is enshrouded in mists
The pain has worn down and the dreams have
In a worn-out tent, memories dwell,
'Bout a circus artist, a story I will tell.
He stands below the colored lights,
Nostalgic soul, yearning for long
shadow
Like some midnight boulevard
Another stubborn man who suffers in the dark?
It was blackout poetry
Blackout poetry
Worn like a bruise on me
Oh, it
myself
And recall the light that lies buried in shadows
And if we both believe that we can be forgiven
We could find it in ourselves to just move on
Every
to meet your maker
Good luck in the afterlife
I hear the morning sun doesn't cast no shadow
You chose to drift away
But look at you now
We're on our
of us, only the two of us, I could die
You left my heart like an abandoned car
Old and worn and no use at all
But I used to be free
We're gonna separate
moving forward
Keeping on the path
Towards the lights
That line the course
And cast a shadow
Into the past
What's done is done
I'm moving forward
What's
please be dream
When you're gone, lost in the memory
Faded and worn
Leaving me here, endless and cold
I am your prisoner of the heartbreak
Now that you're
Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, that living dies, that living dies
Till thou on me be stoule
Come shape of rest and shadow
the shadows that I cast
I'd fly like a cannonball
Scattering grief through the mist
I've worn a crown of thorns
Treating myself like a beast
I've tried aiming
only a matter of minds,
Till' our worlds came down and you gave me a line.
Rosy glasses only do so much,
cnd yours are even more worn than mine.
I'd say
Through the black sharp mountains
Up the winding stair
Up, up, up, we're almost there
Shadow and flame
Broken bones and dirt
The call of drum
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III:
pride, one may conclude
Sign reads, gentleman with a family will work for food
Shadows haunting his tired eyes
Reaching beyond the empty hand
Here we are,
On a dying meadow
Emotions torn
The whitened flower
Moulder once more
All these years
Worn away
All these years
Worn away
On a dying meadow
You
trade a vow of poverty
To see the angel of Lyon
And he sang ave maria
Or at least the parts he knew
And watched the shadow of the train
a shadow
But why wonder
In come a razor blade
That untie you now
Can't you see it coming?
There's new fruit on old soil
New roads to get worn on
Forever
Down
over
My demons pull me under
Your shadow's getting closer
And I don't even want to fight it
You left me cold and empty
Broken and going crazy
One day I
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